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you didn't know how jaemin had survived on his own for as long as he had. you really couldn't imagine how that dude had survived being on his own, living on his own, in his very own apartment without anyone else. you had asked him to mop the floors in the bathroom - nothing more, nothing less.

"you can't be mad at me right now! i did what you asked me to do! i washed the floor!" jaemin defended himself, mop in hand and his hair dripping with soap water. he held his hands up defensively, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "jaemin, how did you manage to get every single little spot of the bathroom wet.. even our fucking towels are wet! i specifically told you the floors, because i already cleaned the rest!"

the man only shrugged, a lazy grin on his face. you couldn't even imagine what had went down for him to have gotten soaked as well. had he just taken the bucket of soap water and thrown it into the air? "what's wrong with a bit of extra cleaning?" he had replied, flipping his wet hair, droplets landing on you as he did so. well, it wasn't wrong to do some extra cleaning, but if he had just thrown the bucket into the air and hoped the floors would be clean just like that..

"did you even mop the floors? are they actually clean?" jaemin scoffed at your response. you took his silence as a bad sign, but before you could tell him off, he answered your question, "i didn't scrub them, no-"

"then what the fuck are you waiting for?" you didn't even hesitate to snap back. quickly you did a 180 degree spin and left the bathroom, not wanting to hear him snap back. jaemin glared at no one in particular, mumbles of annoyance leaving him as he grabbed the mob.

after mobbing and basically scrubbing the floor, he let the mob fall onto the ground, stretching his arms above his head and groaning at the crack that sounded from the gesture. jaemin was satisfied with his work, if you wanted to, you could basically eat off of those floors - not something he'd do personally, but you could if in desperate need to.

still basically dripping from the cleaning jaemin took big strides towards his bedroom, not wasting a second before peeling off the now skintight clothes. in new and dry clothes jaemin jumped into his bed, but paradise didn't last long as he heard your voice call his name. he could've ignored you and just continued snuggling into the too comfortable blankets. it felt as if he was getting hugged by clouds - okay, didn't make sense, but it was hella comfortable.

"did he fucking die?" you mumbled under your breath, the feather duster in your hand. a whole 20 more seconds passed with silence from his end, and you rubbed your eyes, sighing louder than you ever had in hopes of him hearing it. he did. "coming, geez." were his words followed by heavy footsteps down the hallway.

"dust the corners, i know you're done with the bathroom." he stared at you, then at the feather duster that you held out towards him. his arms continued to hang by his side as he stared at you in disbelief before asking you, "why don't you do it?"

well, because you couldn't reach the corners, something you weren't going to tell him. yes, you could use a chair, but that was a lot of work when there was someone else in the apartment that could actually reach the corners without a chair. despite not telling him the reason, realization seemed to hit him, a smirk appearing on his punchable face.

"oh, wait- it's because you can't reach it, awe~ you could, you know, use your brain and use a chair."

"yeah, but it's much easier for you to just do it than for me to drag the chair with me to all the corners, asshole." you poked his chest with the duster, your eyes squinting at him. it had taken all of your self control to not swing at him, to not hit him with the duster and just continue hitting him to get rid of the stress he was causing you. jaemin let out a sound of amusement, snatching the feather duster from you.

"no curse words? you must really love me." the man sighed dreamily, and you clenched your now free hand. through gritted teeth, you replied to his annoying ass, "go fuck yourself. get the bucket of soap water from the hallway when you're done with the dusting."

"get the bucket of soap water blah blah.." jaemin mocked under his breath, and you glared daggers into his back as he stretched his body to reach the corners with the feather duster. once again, as always basically, you decided to be the bigger person as you kept yourself from snapping back - you had to bite down on your tongue to do so however.

you shook your head and went into the kitchen to get the garbage bag that needed to be taken outside. maybe it was because he was fast as hell, or maybe it was because your apartment wasn't gigantic, but when you walked back into the living room on the way to the hall, jaemin walked into the living room as well, bucket of soap water with him. momentarily you stopped walking towards the front door with the garbage bag, staring at jaemin as he stared back at you. he raised his eyebrows, silently asking you what the fuck you were staring at, but you simply shook your head, taking another step.

much to your horror, however, the garbage bag's contents broke through the bag, decorating your floor. between the two of you there was an eerie silence due to what had happened.

"you did not just drop that." jaemin said, exhaustion clearly evident in his voice. you could only stare at the garbage on your before clean floor, almost devastatingly replying to him, "i actually didn't, no. it tore."

"here i'll help-" and you had thought it couldn't have gotten worse. apparently jaemin had miscalculated his step and stepped right into the bucket of soap water. that miscalculation had resulted in him tripping, sending him flying towards the floor, the bucket tipping over as well. any other day you would have laughed so hard you'd have tears rolling down your eyes, but not today. not when there was water everywhere as well as garbage.

"nice gesture, execution not exactly." jaemin could only glare at you in return, completely soaked by soap water for the second time that day. he rubbed the slightly sore spot on his arm where he landed first, and you finally squatted down to begin picking up some of the trash. however, the sound of someone unlocking the front door made you freeze, and before you knew it jeno's laugh echoed through the apartment.

jaemin sat in his puddle, and you were still squatted down with garbage around you as jeno's laugh died down slowly. you made a mental note to take jeno's key to the apartment, so he wouldn't walk into something like this again. laughter now completely died down, jeno looked at you, "is now a bad time?"

you and jaemin didn't agree often. but right now both you could agree on the answer to his question, the two of you answering at the same time.

"yeah."